She does laugh lightly at that, her fingers trailing shapes into the skin of Stelle's hips once more, closing her eyes as she smiles. "I told you when you called me at the park, I was busy. And it wasn't my decision, you know; Firefly is very serious about keeping her identities separate. It all worked out in the end, didn't it?" she asks, and even if she didn't have the full details of what happened, she got the jist of it from Silver Wolf and Firefly's various texts during the events.

Kafka smiles again, warm and surprisingly fond. "She is an amazing girl, isn't she?" she hums, and she's lamenting the fact that she never got to open the coat that she'd bought for her from Penacony before she was whisked away to this place, with Stelle.